A Levelheaded Lass

I was raised by the king and queen therefore I have high standards.

I am a princess.

I was born that way and I should be treated one.

Let me tell you a fact, despite of being filthy rich, I am also like any other teenage girls – looking for my own prince charming.

A guy who can give me anything I want, who can bring me anywhere I want, but who the hell am I kidding? I have a lot of prince in my world; son of CEOs, son of my parents’ business partners, son of a business tycoon in the country, son of a politician, and son of all sons… all I have to do is to pick one.

He is almost perfect, every girl is screaming his name – they could’ve jump from a tower just for him, they love him that much. Fame is his shadow and I’ve been following that shadow for a long time.

He is grumpy but there are times that I find him really funny. A bipolar might be a good description for him. I just met him from a paradise but then… I felt so uneasy yet happy around him.

But how great it is that my heart is beating for these two damn guys? Is it even possible?

Which jerk am I going to choose?